In one of my design classes we had to do a color wheel along with a few paintings.

While critiquing one of the other students color wheel.

John Connor(Yeah, leader of the resistance, that's his real name)- Your 'yellow-green' is a bit to much on the green side. As you all know the first color should be the one that stands out a bit more. Like in a box of crayola, theirs a different one for 'green-yellow' and 'yellow-green'.

Me- I was not even slightly aware of that.(followed by laughter from the rest of the class)

Is that really common knowledge? I'm so bad at color theory shit. It took me forever to figure out how to mix skin tones properly.

Mom: Looks like there's weather in the forecast.
Me: There's weather in the forecast?
Mom: Yes.
Me: You mean rain?
Mom: Yes.
Me: But you said weather. There's pretty much always weather in the forecast.
Mom: I meant rain.
Me: Why didn't you just say rain?
Mom: I DON'T KNOW.

I'm planing on going down to Atlantic City next week with my buddy and a couple girls, which reminded me of a conversation I had last time I was down there.

Me- Hey Josh, you mind if I get the room key. Kim and I need to get something from the room.
Josh- Sure, whatcha need to get?
Me- Off.
Kim-(Confused stare followed immediately by the dirtiest look anyone has ever given me.)
Me- ...Just kidding.

She: Anyway, now that we're over, I just wanted to say you were like an inspiration to me
Me: Noo, why? Be serious.
She: I mean it.
Me: Thanks anyway.
She: You're like very smart...and pretty awesome.
She: Just thought I should say it.
Me: Thank you, it means a lot.

*4am, drunk as hell, (was that a long weekend for Americans?) walking by a place I thought was a mental hospital. This kid was standing on the other side of a waist high iron gate, and talked to me for no reason while I was walking by.*

Kid: Hey.
Fiend: Hey man. What's up?
Kid: Nothing much. It's the long weekend so I've been up all night.
Fiend: Man, what are you doing in this place?
Kid: I'm a schizophrenic.
Fiend: That's it? And they locked you up in here.
Kid: I'm not locked up.
Fiend: Do they ration your cigarettes?
Kid: No.
Fiend: Can I have one? I'm all out.
Kid: Sure.
Fiend: I'm Daniel, by the way.
Kid: I'm Brandon.
HUGE FAT CRAZY LADY: RAAAAAAH! SNORLAX!
Kid: That's Anne.
Fiend: Hi Anne. Man, one of these days, Anne should pick up a control panel and smash her way outta here.
Kid: We're not locked up in here.
Fiend: Oh yeah. How old are you, man?
Kid: Twenty eight. How old are you?
Fiend: Same.
Kid: Really?
Fiend: Something like that. Look, I gotta go, man. I forgot my phone somewhere and I'll need it for tomorrow to secure a weed connect. Thanks for the cigarette.

Me: What movie should i write? It looks pretty easy.
Will: One about hookers and stabbings.
Me: Like stabbing each other? Or just people getting stabbed. And there are hookers also.
Will: No, hookers getting stabbed.
Me: By who? A rogue cop? A little girl?
Will: I don't think a little girl. Maybe a teenage boy.
Me:What's his motive? Trying to find his whore mom? And every hooker who's not his mom gets stabbed? Then when he finds his mom, she stabs him?
Will: Yeah.
Me: That's three acts right there. Who's his love interest? His psychiatrist?
Will: His love interest is a hooker.
Me: Who turns out to be his sister.
Will: yeah. That's good.

Seeing Moonrise Kingdom at a cool indie theater in Princeton. I buy a popcorn and so does this really cute girl in line behind me. I walk over to the butter pump thing and put some on my popcorn. She walks up behind me.

Cute girl- Is that butter?
Me- I don't know. Probably.

What I meant was that it's probably not really butter, but butter flavored vegetable oil, which is what most movie theaters use, but "I don't know" is what came out.

Seeing Moonrise Kingdom at a cool indie theater in Princeton. I buy a popcorn and so does this really cute girl in line behind me. I walk over to the butter pump thing and put some on my popcorn. She walks up behind me.

Cute girl- Is that butter?
Me- I don't know. Probably.

What I meant was that it's probably not really butter, but butter flavored vegetable oil, which is what most movie theaters use, but "I don't know" is what came out.

I don't let Giancarlo sleep any later than 11:00 AM and that makes me THE WORST MOTHER IN THE WORLD. He likes my spaghetti, though.

I think I may be competing for that title. Although it is Trevor, more than Gabriel, who despises me, what with all the dishes I make him do every other day and all. I'm just cruel. And heartless. And don't understand anything.

Backstory: Ok I wasn't actually there for this convo, but I heard about it later. (sure I'm gonna screw it up but oh well)Apparently there is some rule in Judaism about receiving gifts and being grateful for them. A guy I know, named Ned, was talking to a fellow Jewish man about what they both got for Father's Day. The guy I don't know received a really in demand smart phone from his teenaged son.

Other guy: If I sold the phone online, I would have enough money to buy two of them, but I can't (because of that Jewish rule).

Ned: Don't talk to me about your problems! Do you know what my three year old daughter got me? A cardboard hotdog. I don't know if it was kosher, but I still ate the thing, and I was glad to get it.

Me: What movie should i write? It looks pretty easy.
Will: One about hookers and stabbings.
Me: Like stabbing each other? Or just people getting stabbed. And there are hookers also.
Will: No, hookers getting stabbed.
Me: By who? A rogue cop? A little girl?
Will: I don't think a little girl. Maybe a teenage boy.
Me:What's his motive? Trying to find his whore mom? And every hooker who's not his mom gets stabbed? Then when he finds his mom, she stabs him?
Will: Yeah.
Me: That's three acts right there. Who's his love interest? His psychiatrist?
Will: His love interest is a hooker.
Me: Who turns out to be his sister.
Will: yeah. That's good.

Without the incest, that's pretty much the story of the bad guy in a Case Closed anime movie.

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